THE WALL OF FACES

Frank, This is more about our personal relationship than our military experiences.. As your best man at your marriage to Martha I hold strong memories of our friendship. I miss you every day.

Dear Captain Franklin S Bradley Jr, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter

This aircraft, serial number questionable, was part of the 121st Assault Helicopter Company and was lost in Ba Xugen Province in IV Corps. Crew included aircraft commander CAPT Franklin S. Bradley Jr., pilot WO1 Ricky L. Hull, crew chief SP5 Paul R. Anzelone, and gunner SP4 Michael J. Lynch. While serving as White Tiger platoon leader, the aircraft was shot down by enemy fire while resupplying ARVN outposts in the 42nd DTA. All crew members suffered fatal injuries. [Taken from vhpa.org]

Dear Franklin, to honor your memory and the sacrifice you made for your country I want to make sure your photo will be displayed on your birthday each and every year when the Education Center is completed, so it is with great pride and humility that I post this remembrance and picture of you. You are not forgotten and remain in the hearts of many all these years later. You have been designated to be one of God's special angels, along with the love of my life, who also sacrificed his life during this war 45 years ago. God Bless You, Franklin, for being who you were and for all you did--we live in freedom to this day thanks to heroes like you.

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchnace, may therein comfort you.